Eight years old

When I was eight I wanted to write a novel,

But somewhere along the line between scratching for ideas and a word count,

I fell in love with poetry,

I did not give up in my ambitions but found something I did not know when I started,

See I found that everything I wanted to say in a thousand words I count in ten,

Giving colour, lustre to each word,

When I was eight I fell in love with poetry.

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